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Close Cover Before Striking
(first sold out with a neon green cover,
later released with a matchbook cover)
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finally, literature for
the snotty and elite (v1)

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the snotty and elite

This is the 1st of a 3 volume 2009 set.

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2023 poetry book

Testament
Janet Kuypers poetry book
from CyberWit.net press
Testament This book includes poetry in 4 sections: part 1 (over half the book)
is all women’s-rights post-Roe v. Wade poetry post-Dobbs v. Jackson,
part 2 is life and death poetry, losing loved ones and suicide,
part 3 is poetry reflective of the first book of the Old Shattering the Glass Ceiling,
and part 4 is a few closing poems reflective of the last book
of the New Testament, that ties into section 1 & women’s rights.

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5½" x 8½" paperback book from CyberWit.net!

letter, 4/14/95

I haven’t worked in 8 months. I CAN’T. The despair&shame&guilt&sorrow&hopelessness&despair are immense. My family thinks I’m jerking off. They’re TIRED of me being a problem.&they don’t have the wherewithal to help me. What more can anyone else say? Don’t die. Get some help.

Every time I’ve felt the despair and pain
I knew it would go away. And it would.
I knew there was always hope, somewhere,

and I would be fine. I feel so lost now. I
don’t know what to offer you. I feel a
little piece of your death in every letter,

only wishing I could take your pain and
pull it into me, then make my pain go away,
like I always do. I know I can’t. But

I don’t want to see you go, damnit, I
don’t want to see you slipping through
my fingers just as your letters do.

My hands are tied, and the despair &
shame&guilt&sorrow&hopelessness &
despair are immense. I want to help you,

I don’t want to be a victim, too, by having
to watch you die and not be able to do
a damn thing about it. Don’t die. Get

some help. Don’t die. Get some help.



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